Last night I dreamt I'd been attacked by someone on the way into my house, but was able to subdue him while my family called the police. I looked away from my attacker for a moment and looked back; he'd turned into a cat, but speaking with the same voice and demanding to be let go. I kept hold of him, but started to wonder how the police would react to a complaint about a talking cat.
That was followed by a dream in which I was riding on a 19th century steam train with really cramped wooden seating, and I unsuccessfully tried to get myself a seat.
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